Hector, the Maitre D': From tin cans someone makes a fortune and retires?
Sophia: It is for the food, imbecile. In America, everybody eats out of tin cans! So, one who makes tin cans, retires with a fortune.
Maria de Crevecoeur: I didn't know people fished in the dark.
Count Dino della Fiaba: A favorite pastime here in Monte Carlo.
Maria de Crevecoeur: Do you do it?
Count Dino della Fiaba: I'm doing it now.
Francois, the Chauffeur: Don't be insulted, Hector. You were born to be a head waiter. Count Dino was not.
Hector, the Maitre D': I know a Count who sells dirty postcards on the Rue de Rivoli. Do you think he was born to?
Mr. Homer Hinkley: Well, I'll admit that Muncie, Indiana isn't Monte Carlo. But, there's plenty of opportunities to gamble in Muncie. Did you ever play bingo? - - Oh, it's a great little game. You get a little card, you see, with a lot of numbers on it. And a pile of lima beans. And there's a fella with a wheel - sort of like, eh, roulette? And as the numbers come up, you fill in on the card, and it gets very intense at the finish. And the one how fills in his card first says: bingo!
Maria de Crevecoeur: It's not too much to ask, is it? As a friend? We can be friends, you and I. Be my friend.
Maria de Crevecoeur: Loneliness can take many forms. You can be with many, many people and still be alone.
Count Dino della Fiaba: Jane, if all American girls are like you, I wish I could start all over again and be born in Muncie, Indiana.
Jane Hinkley: I'm glad you weren't.
Count Dino della Fiaba: But, a difference in age does matter.
Jane Hinkley: When I was five, you were already a grown man. But, when I was ten, you weren't much older. And now at nineteen, I've almost caught up to you!
Mr. Homer Hinkley: You look real cute, chicken.
Jane Hinkley: I'm not supposed to look cute.
Jane Hinkley: We can be awfully close, can't we? Because, I've never known anyone like you and you can tell me things I want to know. Will you? Will you teach me things?
Count Dino della Fiaba: Whatever I can.
Narrator: The measure of man's hope is not in the size of his bank account.
Narrator: Ask if he is rich? The answer is: he has been. Ask if he is poor? One must answer: not in spirit.
Hector, the Maitre D': Ah! This you will like. The German lady from Hamburg.
Hotel Clerk: Ah, yes! She's so gay! So full of life! She loves to dance. She loves to drink. She loves to do everything!
Count Dino della Fiaba: Huh? And the money?
Hector, the Maitre D': Oh, fantastic! She made it all herself in the real estate.
Count Dino della Fiaba: Real estate? I have a strong feeling for the land.
Harry Turner, the 2nd American: Marquise?
Walter Peeples, the 1st American: Do you think she's real?
Harry Turner, the 2nd American: Do you think it matters?
Sophia: It is not good for a man to live alone. You do not eat well.
Count Dino della Fiaba: But, it's not that I should marry a good cook. I must marry a woman who can afford a good cook.
Mr. Homer Hinkley: I wish we weren't leaving tomorrow.
Mrs. Edith Freeman: Now, Homer, we can't stay here forever and all you could talk about back home was how you wanted to see Spain.
Mr. Homer Hinkley: But, I don't think that Spanish food is gonna agree with me.
Mrs. Edith Freeman: Oh, nonsense. You love hot tamales.
Mrs. Ewing: Good evening, Count della Fiaba. We missed you last night.
Count Dino della Fiaba: I played at the Sporting Club.
Mrs. Ewing: Oh, yes, we love the Sporting in summer. It's so gay!
